by Ken Sehested
What is it you wish to know, oh mortal one?
Do you think you must ascend to the highest heaven or descend to the deepest pit?
Do you not know that Wisdom has pitched a tent in your midst? Read more ›
All understanding begins with our not accepting the world as it appears. — Alan C. Kay
At the intersection of spiritual formation and prophetic action.
by Ken Sehested
What is it you wish to know, oh mortal one?
Do you think you must ascend to the highest heaven or descend to the deepest pit?
Do you not know that Wisdom has pitched a tent in your midst? Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
Listen, all you who stagger in desert waste,
disgraced by gloom’s unremitting groan, dragged
daily to death’s gate and the sea’s drowning flood.
The Blessed One stands at the gate of plenty.
The Beloved waits by the well of refreshment. Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
We enter this house of meeting with lips pursed in praise, voicing rejoicing, hearts heaving to the rhythm of mercy and the beat of beatitude.
’Cause we woke up this morning with our minds stayed on freedom. And stayed on Jesus.
Stayed on freedom, about which politicians banter but secretly fear. Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
Merciful One, you have searched me and known me. You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you hear my thoughts from far away.
Encompass me with your Presence, and lay your hand on my heart.
You know all my comings and goings, and I am never out of Your sight. Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
Beloveds,
Fear not the times when your back is against the wall.
The seed of faith already buried deep in your soul Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
Following the dramatic response to Peter’s sermon on the Day of Pentecost, the text reports that the newly-formed People of the Way devoted themselves to listening and learning, to lingering in each other’s presence, to potluck dinners, and to prayer—with praise and pintos, songs and salads, received and given ’round the Bountiful Table.
Hands and hearts, bound together, loosed for life and Love’s consent.
The Promised Pardon freeing furrowed brow and anxious gaze alike. Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
’Neath the canyons of vengeance
lies the valley of bones.
Many bones. Dry bones.
Bleached by remorse and hope’s demise.
Child of Eden’s failure and Noah’s fortune.
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by Ken Sehested
The psalmist proclaims: “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.”
Who can imagine a fear-mongering, molesting God?
Quite a few, as it turns out, which is why faith appears so distasteful, disturbing, dreary and dreadful, despondent, maybe even devilish. Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
Gracious One, who jealously guards the lives of those at every edge, we lift our heavy hearts to your Mercy.
We live in a fretful land, anxious over the ebbing away of privilege, fearful that strangers are stealing our birthright.
Aliens breaching our borders. Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
Admiring Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream is not the same as being captured by it. Too many find it possible to respect the man but relinquish the mission.
It has become too easy to revere the dreamer but renege on the dream.
So let us now recall the deep roots of that vision as spoken in ages past: Read more ›
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